Lyrics:
departed
Alladin without the carpet
The magic i had to spark it
I'm parking and forking over
Get the dirt up off my shoulders
Got my son he's getting older
while jamming to this frightening mix
So I give it a try, won't let this chance pass me by
Though when I get there, I feel like I might die, 'cause they
the trip
It's been a good ride
Tonight
I'm way too tired to put up a fight
As these years go by we get older and older
Time by yourself made you colder
Better hide your wallet when I fall in the mix
Can't deny I'm a star, you can tell by my walk
I ain't even gotta fuck him, he just love how I talk
I
with hard rocks (yeah).
From napalms to Uzi's I made G's (say what?),
them build up enough Luther by keys.
No gang affiliation, yo I stood on my own
feelings
But in the end I always somehow lose
Great spending decisions just to get the hit
You always in the mood perched up on a rock
Singing a different
me
Hot hands on your hips
And work it baby please
One kiss on the lips
It's summer by the sea
By the sea, by the sea, by the sea
Mr. Frisky
Bop bop,
Punk-rock, new-wave, and soul
Pop music, salsa and rock and roll
Calypso, reggae rhythm, and blues
Master mix those number one tunes
Play that
Rolling Stone called me the most open-minded redneck on the block
'K, but I ain't the first good ol' boy to mix country with his rock
See, I grew
the time
Nothing but paper and pussy and the finer things on my mind
I had to Shine
By any means necessary I had to go out and get it
And come back wit
get that hot
Then start to Sir Mix-A-Lot
[E-40] White girl (x4)
(?White girl" continues to repeat x12 in background)
I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl
I
say what you mean
Always mix a little wild with the sweet in your tea
And that's a dirt and pearls, rock your world
Country girl guarantee
If I got it,
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
lil shit that'll rock ya (Uhh)
I just wanna smoke on this ganja (Uhh)
I just wanna fuck up these commas (Aye)
We be on islands
We vibing (Uhh)
They
They double taking when we skating
That top floor I get the steak in
I'm moving like a tiger
Run a three miler
Sub nineteen it's on the clock ain't
a fuck bout a bitch
I'm not in her mix
I'm never the problem
Hated the view from the bottom
No holding back give it full throttle
Baby ain't this bout
I ain't never liked you
I'm rich as hell, I'd never fight you, I'll have somebody snipe you
My doggy Lucky on the edge, holdin' on by a thread
Just
a fuck I'm
Letting niggas know they can't hang
Don't give me no lip, don't
Give me no backtalk, yeah break North
Don't make me get my gun and
Blow your
East coast, west coast, fiends overdose
(What goes around come around)
Get the cream with my team then I'm ghost
Lazy days, crazy haze in my
Uh, ay, uh, ay, uh, ay, ay, ay
(mumbling) Here we go, here we go
Let's get it
It's Young Jizzle and I'm back with Timbo (whoa)
With another
Yeah
Anything
I wanna tell you anything
This my
This like.. my shit right here
I like this song
Wendy’s dad’s a joke
Wendy’s mama smoke
Wendy’s older
I’m just out here trying to do my thing
just stay away
I’m getting older
I ain’t got the time for playing games
tryna go better myself
looking for
Puffy touch down he back home man it's lit
Told em to chill for he back in the mix
Them coppers like broads man they all on are dicks
I had nothing
saying, "oh wee, oh wee, oh wee, oh"
You are now, now rocking with
Will.I.Am and (Britney bitch)
It's rock and roll, roll
Whole world know my shit
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